Saturday, November 1, 2025

Quizzical Questing


Quietly,

the morning slips into my mind

consciousness full

sound blend with yesterday's memories.

Quickly,

light is upon me - in all directions

birds looking for shelter

impending rains.

Quality,

blending of sights, sounds, imaginations

foaming to break free from

the surrounding atmosphere.

Quarterly,

the day begins with me or my observations

season fly by unnoticed when

when eagles circle nearby.

Qualitatively,

moods change inside out - outside in

pawning themselves out to

the highest living bidder.

Questionably,

all my views have been surrendered

observations as well as thoughts

leaving me hollow inside.

Qualmishly,

my days end in a rush - prepared reluctance

drowning in self-pity, self-inflicted

failing to see the fading light.


October 26, 2025